update from sparkleup

diary/2021-12-30.md

@@ -31,9 +31,9 @@ Do they laugh, the sea foam, the ice, the angels?
 
 So then, my angel, I wish I could see your triumph.
 
-I dream of it, that moment. I dream of falling to my knees, or being so badly broken that all I can do is lay there, unmoored, and look up to the way you rise above me.
+I dream of it, that moment. I dream of falling to my knees, or being **so badly broken that all I can do is lay there, unmoored, and look up to the way you rise above me.**
 
-I strive against angels as I strove against men, against the world, against the cruel vagaries of my former self and all his countless failings. Some have left me reeling, some have left me on my knees, head bowed until it almost --- almost! --- touches the ground, and I've had to spend a day, a week, a year catching my breath.
+I strive against angels as I strove against men, against the world, against the **cruel vagaries of my former self** and all his countless failings. Some have left me reeling, some have left me on my knees, head bowed until it almost --- almost! --- touches the ground, and I've had to spend a day, a week, a year catching my breath.
 
 But never have I striven against angels. Never have I striven against you, my angel, and there is sweetness in defeat.
 
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@ I got this hoodie only a few months ago.
 
 > How did it get into my life?
 
-I specifically ordered it from Mishu. I have almost never gotten anything from there that fits in any sort of ideal way. It's all just a little too small or a little to short or meant for someone who's not a fat trans woman.
+I specifically ordered it from Mishu. I have almost never gotten anything from there that fits in any sort of ideal way. It's all just a little too small or a little to short or **meant for someone who's not a fat trans woman.**
 
 I totally lucked out with this one, though. It's weird, because the sleeves are way too long on me, they go down past my hands. The zipper is way too short in that it comes down to a bit past my belly button, but that the hoodie still has non-zippered fabric beneath that keeps it from being some sort of weird crop-top-hoodie.
 
@@ -73,7 +73,7 @@ Huldra is a fascinating person. She is unabashedly trans, frightfully smart, and
 
 For the hoodie, she immediately remarked that it was on inside out, and when I showed her out it worked, she laughed, sounding someone perturbed by this. I could tell that, at that point, she decided that she didn't like the hoodie, and it made me want to hide it for a few days after, because I didn't want to upset her.
 
-I got over it, eventually, but it still sticks in my mind that, for someone as straightforward and plain-spoken as her, all of the features that I love about this garment were points against it, until all that was left was its utility and color.
+I got over it, eventually, but it still sticks in my mind that, for someone as straightforward and plain-spoken as her, all of the features that I love about this garment were points against it, **until all that was left was its utility** and color.
 
 > If this piece of clothing could write a letter of advice...
 
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@ Maddy, wear me warmly. Wrap yourself up in me. Remember that time that Jeff told
 
 Maddy, It's okay to be comfortable. It's okay to be warm. It's okay to take small joys where you can: let yourself feel small.
 
-Maddy, it's okay to take those imperfections and own them. All of your own ridges and inside-out seams are something that can bring you joy, even if they don't bring joy to others. Revel in your imperfections. Roll around in them. Wear them on your body and let others think their own thoughts.
+Maddy, **it's okay to take those imperfections and own them. All of your own ridges and inside-out seams are something that can bring you joy, even if they don't bring joy to others. Revel in your imperfections. Roll around in them. Wear them on your body and let others think their own thoughts.**
 
 ## Scents
 
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@ Don't get me wrong, I love the man. I'm glad he succeeded at what he did, and I'
 
 But man, him putting that stupid fucking urinal cake in my cube wall was several steps too far. It drove everyone around me nuts. The PM stopped talking to me. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Nobody but him was happy.
 
-And it took me three days to find. Three days! Three hot, summer days of a urinal cake baking in the wall of the cubicle, sitting delicately in the cableway, innocent of any crimes of its own. Just sitting there, smelling like a bathroom as it ought, making my workspace smell like a bathroom, precisely as it oughtn't.
+And it took me three days to find. Three days! **Three hot, summer days of a urinal cake baking in the wall of the cubicle, sitting delicately in the cableway, innocent of any crimes of its own. Just sitting there, smelling like a bathroom as it ought, making my workspace smell like a bathroom, precisely as it oughtn't.**
 
 Fucking Kevin, man.
 

diary/diary.md

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 ### December
 
-- [DO Tutorial series](2021-12-05)
+- [MFA Workshop --- Wendy Call](2021-12-30)
+- [Back-end technical writer assessment](2021-12-05)
 
 ### November